There’s an empty space at the table
Across from where I should be,
But I can no longer sit and face it
Because you should be there smiling at me.
There’s an empty space in the car now
A space where your car seat should be,
But I can’t turn my head to look behind
Because you should be there chatting to me.
There’s an empty space in your bed too
Where your teddies now sit silently,
I stand there and whisper, ‘Goodnight, Nedi bach.’
But you’re not there listening to me.
There’s an empty space inside me
A dark hole with no end I can see,
No matter how hard I try my tears won’t dry
Because you’re not here right next to me.
There’s an empty space by your graveside
A space that’s reserved just for me,
And one day that space will be filled up
And together again we will be.